Spiced

Spiced, dark drink
An earthy atmosphere.
The waste of one,
 Bible of another.
Artisan block
The rich man's delight
Beggar's temple of prayer.
The wealthy prey on the weak
No paupers in the alleys,
But the jails are full.
Heroin and cocaine,
The currency of the streets
Sins tattooed on our skin
We're easy to spot:
The blind and lost.